Time blinked and it was the end of November, the weather was growing increasingly cold.
On Guxi's streets, newcomers had wrapped themselves in thick clothes, many of them once hung in high-end stores as luxury brands. Now, these so-called brands held no value; everyone wore these once expensive items with complete disregard.
In their much larger room, Yinyin, who had just finished her mathematics lesson for the day, searched for Xiao Hu who had also just ended his class. She earnestly said, "Xiao Hu, I've changed my mind, I think Uncle Li Ming can bring back a hundred people!"
She was very serious.
After two days of intense study, she had mastered numbers larger than ten, and one hundred was the largest number she knew. Uncle Li Ming would definitely bring back the most number of people.
Having learned about a hundred, Yinyin disdained to use the paltry ten to estimate the number of people Uncle Li Ming would bring back.
